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EUSKAL JAI 

OR 

In Quest of Health and Happiness 

BY 

THE EUSKAL JAI COMPANY 


Authoft Joseph M. Hans 

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Copyright 1904 

BY 

The Euskal Jai Company 


LISHARY of CONGRESS 
Two Cooies Ret;eived 

JUN 17 1904 

Copyrieht Entry 

CLASS A No. 

COPY B 




EUSKAL JAI 

OR 

IN QUEST OF health AND HAPPINESS 


CHAPTER 1 . 

“Just as I expected. It is in keeping with the actions of 
Ramos since he came into possession of the $10,000 left 
by his wife’s brother. 

“Money easily obtained has changed the man from a 
good neighbor and friend to a harsh creditor and stern 
master. Even his workmen do not like him as in days 
gone by.” 

Thus spoke John Wakefield to his wife as he threw on 
the table a note he had just received from his erstwhile 
friendly neighbor, Fernand Ramos. 

“Why are you so wroth, John?” said his wife. “Can 
unwelcome words so disturb you who have ever met trials 
bravely and borne reverses manfully ? This is not like you. 
What can the note contain that should cause you to dis- 
play anger?” 

“Read, Emma, and judge for yourself,” said John, pick- 
ing up the discarded note and handing it to his wife. 

John Wakefield, just past 48, was a magnificent type of 
the western planter and prospector. He was over six feet 
tall, broad-shouldered, and strong as the mountain oak. 
A close inspection would have shown a tinge of gray 
struggling through his dark hair and closely cropped 
beard. Twenty years had passed since he left his native 
home in Scotland and staked a claim, built a house, 
planted and prospected at Mountainside, Colorado. 


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A hasty glance at his wife, who was his junior by six 
years, told the story of a delicate constitution. 

She had evidently suffered in her time, but the pleasant 
smile she constantly carried bespoke the patient, loving, 
sacrificing wife and mother. 

As Mrs. Wakefield read the note her wonted smile dis- 
appeared and a pained look took its place. Slowly folding 
the note she laid it on the table and silently watched the 
long, heavy stride of her husband, who, with head bent and 
hands behind him, paced the floor. 

Suddenly he stopped and, turning to his wife, said : 
“Read it to me, Emma. Let me so learn the contents of 
that paper that I may never have cause to look at it again. 
What does Ramos say? Can it be true that he will take 
from us what for twenty years we called our home ? In- 
gratitude is this man’s pay to one who aided and helped 
him when he had need. But read, wife ; I will listen atten- 
tively.” 

Mrs. Wakefield slowly unfolded the paper and read as 
follows : 

John Wakefield: 

Sir — Three days since, I received your letter in which 
you asked a renewal of the mortgage on your property. I 
was in hopes that ere this you would have found some 
way to pay the debt. There remain six weeks before the 
time expires, and I can but urge you to take up the mort- 
gage, as I am in need of all available funds for a new en- 
terprise. I cannot under any condition consider a fur- 
ther renewal and trust that on or before June 15th you 
will have paid the $1,500, with interest since last October. 
With best wishes for your welfare and a greeting to your 
daughter, who I learn is home from school, I am 

Fernand Ramos. 

Once more Mrs. Wakefield folded the note and with a 
suppressed sigh laid it on the table. 


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“Well, wife,^’ said John, “what think you of Ramos and 
his wishes? He could have omitted those last words. 
Things have gone against us since three years. The 
crops failed once, and a winter’s chopping and hauling 
disappeared with the fire that burned our mill Now, 
with little or no prospects in view, Ramos knows his power 
and evidently intends to use it. You know it was to edu- 
cate Ella and build that mill that I mortgaged the home- 
stead. Little did we expect that the fates were against us. 
June would have completed the girl’s schooling, but six 
weeks before the close of the term I was forced to send for 
her and acquaint her with some of the facts. Poor thing ! 
It almost broke her heart. ‘Why did you spend this money 
for me, father,’ were her first words. ‘You know I could 
have been of help to you and mother. Why did you sacri- 
fice for me what you so much needed yourselves ?’ Ah ! 

^ Emma, those words were worth more than her education 
cost, and show the grand character of the girl. But,” con- 
tinued he, speaking almost in a whisper, “here she comes 
downstairs. Say nothing of this to her at present. She 
will learn all soon enough, and the sudden termination of 
her happy school days is a burden sufficiently great.” 

He had scarcely uttered the last words when the door 
leading to the sitting-room slowly opened and Ella, with 
bonnet in hand, announced her intention to take a stroll 
to the river and view the ruins of the mill. 

“Little will you find, Ella, of what but a brief time 
since promised us so much ; but the walk and air will do 
you good,” said her mother. 

Nero, the faithful watch-dog, pleased to see his young 
mistress, had risen from the mat as if to act as guardian 
and companion. 

“Come along, Nero,” said Ella, and bidding her parents 
a pleasant afternoon the girl and dog started across the 
fields to the small river that marked the boundary of John 
Wakefield’s land. 


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“Well. Nero/' said the girl when they had crossed the 
stile that separated the orchard from the clover patch, “I 
fear we are not to have many more tramps like this. 
Things are all wrong at the house, and it seems your 
master must soon vacate, and all because of me. Oh! 
Nero, how I wish you could talk. You seem to understand 
me when I speak to you, but I cannot tell what you would 
say. What do you see?" 

Away bounded the dog in pursuit of some game. Over 
boulders, through the underbrush, out again to the open, 
and filially to the densely timbered wood, gradually losing 
ground, the dog chased a large jack-rabbit. 

“Ah! Nero," said the girl, “you are too big for that 
sport now ; too well fed, faithful dog, to run down a fleet- 
footed rabbit." 

The dog returned soon after, panting heavily and 
showed by his dejected mien that he had been unequal to 
the task. 

“Well, don't mind, old fellow," said Ella, patting him 
gently ; “I like your company, and am as well pleased you 
did not capture Jackey." 

The dog gave unmistakable signs of his pleasure. The 
kind voice of his young mistress made him forget his 
defeat. 

The walk was long but refreshing, and were it not for 
the sad thoughts that ever and anon disturbed her none 
would have chosen a more pleasant picture. She was of 
medium height, and well developed ; had a mass of wav- 
ing golden hair and a countenance that bespoke inward 
peace and happiness. She carelessly carried a parasol over 
one shoulder in a manner to shade her face, yet to admit 
of sufficient sunlight to heighten the tints of her cheeks, 
and set ofif to great advantage the soft golden ruffle about 
her neck. 

Ella Wakefield was nearing her seventeenth year. She 
had been pronounced the brightest girl at school. Her 


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gentle manner and kind disposition had endeared her to 
teachers and companions. The news of her home-going 
had caused sorrow and regret at the boarding-school and 
cast a shadow over the coming closing exercises, in which 
she was to have taken prominent part. 

Reaching the bend in the river where the mill had stood, 
she was pained at the sight. What a terrible havoc had 
been committed by the fire ! How completely her father’s 
prospects had been wiped away in a few hours ! Charred 
trunks of trees, a few uprights still standing, and a heap 
of rusted, twisted iron were all that was left of a large saw- 
mill and thousands of feet of timber which had been cut 
and hauled during the long winter, and only waited the 
turning of the ponderous saw to fit it for market. 

John Wakefield had carefully figured his profits at 
$i,8oo. He wrote Ella at school that when her vacation 
would come, his debt would have been paid and enough 
left over to give her and his good wife a pleasant holiday 
with relatives in Chicago. 

Alas! How a few hours of fierce flames changed all. 
And now how dark seemed her future! Of her father’s 
intentions she had no knowledge; but her faith in him 
was never greater. He was made of strong Scotch stuff. 
He might be cast down or fall, but would rise with re- 
newed determination to begin again and conquer. For 
her mother, she feared the coming shock. The departure 
from their home might prove a serious, even a fatal, blow. 

The day was declining. A cool breeze had set in from 
the west, and, gathering a few wild flowers, Ella started 
for home. She had not proceeded far when the notes of 
a familiar plantation melody were heard in a loud, clear 
whistle. 

Instantly Nero set off in the direction of the sound, but 
soon returned bounding to his young mistress’ side as if 
to announce a welcome companion. 

Gradually ascending a knoll, a young man about twenty 


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years of age came into full view. A fishing rod was care- 
lessly thrown over his left shoulder, while in his right 
hand he carried a seine and pouch. No sooner did he 
see the young lady than his whistling ceased. Ella’s first 
impulse was to hasten her steps so as to avoid a meeting, 
but a wave of salutation, so familiar to her, caused her 
to remain stationary. Unwillingly she awaited the now 
fast approaching young man. 

“Welcome home! Pleasant meeting! I was at a loss 
to understand Nero’s excitement. Well, Well! Ella Wake- 
field, how you have grown? Permit me to compliment 
and welcome you.” Saying which, the young man, who 
had reached her side, dropped the seine and pouch and 
held out his hand to her. 

Reluctantly she took the hand, and, barely greeting him, 
she blushed and turned to Nero as if for protection. 

“Why, Ella, are you not pleased to see me?” resumed 
the young man. “Has your last year at school caused you 
to forget one whose greatest pleasure was that of your 
company? Have you no word of greeting for Charles 
Ramos, the one you were wont to call 'Teaser’?” 

Without granting the newcomer a look, Ella felt the 
necessity of an explanation as to the cause of her being 
so far from home. She told him she had come to see 
the ruins of the fire which had caused so much harm to 
her father, and incidentally led to her home-coming from 
school before the close of the term. 

Listening intently to the girl’s communication and 
walking by her side, he was conscious that he was at best 
but an unwelcome companion. Nevertheless he was anx- 
ious to prolong the conversation and learn more. His 
curiosity had been aroused. Approaching some large 
boulders, he begged the young lady to rest a few minutes, 
after which he promised to proceed alone. “For,” he 
said, “I feel I am an intruder.” 

Brushing the dust from a large stone, he pleaded anew 


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and was rewarded to see the girl comply. Looking at 
him for the first time as he took a seat on another large 
stone almost in front of her, she spoke: 

“Our rest must be a brief one.” 

“Very well,” replied Charles, with a smile; “you shall 
be timekeeper. But why this reserve, Ella? Has some 
wooer of the great city stolen your thoughts so completely 
during intervals of music and classics as to make you 
forget your former companion and champion? 

“Not so, Mr. Ramos,” said the girl. 

“Ha! ha!” laughed Charles. “Mister! I will not be 
of age for another year, and for the sake of old times let 
it be Charles.” 

The girl heeded not the interruption, but continued: 
“Since last we met, things have changed. Circumstances 
are altered. I presume you know my father has sustained 
serious loss. Fate seems to have ruled against him. At 
noon to-day I overheard a conversation which it may not 
be proper for me to repeat, but from which I learned much 
that, alas, is too true. Last year the crops failed. Early 
spring of this year saw my father’s prospects blighted and 
practically wiped away by the loss of his mill, and I was 
called home from school before the term was ended, partly 
because of these adversities. But the worst is that my 
father will be unable to meet a certain urgent demand. He 
is unnerved; mother is ill, and I am wretched.” 

“Say not so,” replied the young man, consolingly. “Your 
father is made of material that cannot easily be disturbed. 
I am grieved to learn that your good mother is ill and 
you wretched, to use your own words. I did not know 
your father was under obligations to anyone; and if it 
be so, do you thinks he has no friends? Where do you 
place my father? He certainly would not let John Wake- 
field suffer if he knew he was in want. Tell me more, 
Ella — ^but wait,” he continued, pointing to the ground. 
“What is this you are digging up with your parasol? 


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Why that looks like the yellow metal/' said he, picking 
up and carefully examining three or four small pieces of 
broken rock thus accidentally unearthed. 

“I may be mistaken, but I think our short rest has 
brought some good. Time will tell.” Saying which, he 
carelessly threw the pebbles into his pouch and continued : 
“May I learn more of what has caused you to be wretched ? 
My curiosity has been aroused, and I may as well admit 
that my desire to be of some possible service to your father 
and you compels me to ask a further confidence.” 

The girl hesitated for some time. She seemed to de- 
bate the propriety of further disclosures. From what the 
young man had said she knew he was ignorant of the 
recent action Of his father, but as Charles pressed the 
conversation, she answered: 

“To say more grieves me, and I fear that a knowledge 
of certain facts can do little good and possibly great harm. 
But if I acquaint you with what I thought you already 
knew, you must consider it a final communication. When 
I bid you good-bye to-day it must mark the parting of 
our ways for once and all.” 

The earnestness with which this was said left no doubt 
of the girl’s intentions. 

“If imparting something to me be so serious,” said 
Charles, “as to estrange us, I beg you to forego the tell- 
ing. Only yesterday my father decided, notwithstand- 
ing my strenuous objections, that I must spend a year 
or two in Europe. My health has not been the best of 
late. The lack of a mother’s care since my fifth year has 
not made me the rugged, strong person this mountain air 
should naturally produce, and now, above all, when I am 
to depart, let not the reflection of my happy days and 
pleasant surroundings be embittered by a sad parting — 
one which you would have me consider as final. Rather 
keep me ignorant, but do not deny me the satisfaction 
that, even if separated, I may look forward to a time of 


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home-coming and a welcome from those that I have as- 
sociated with, particularly one that I now esteem and 
love more than ever.’’ 

It must not be, Charles,” replied the girl. ‘‘You must 
forget me and the past. What I would say must sooner 
or later be known to you, and time cannot alter the out- 
come. Therefore I repeat, though it pains me to say it, 
from this day you and yours, I and mine, part.” Her 
tone implied positive decision. “Three years ago my 
father became indebted to Mr. Ramos. A mortgage was 
placed on what we proudly called our humble home. 
That mortgage will soon be due but cannot be met. Your 
father insists upon its payment or he will force a fore- 
closure.” 

Charles jumped to his feet. Consternation was de- 
picted on his countenance. This was indeed news to him. 
He grew pale; his voice trembled as he slowly replied: 
“I did not know this before. But rest assured my father 
is not the hard-hearted man John Wakefield may think 
him. I shall have a talk with him to-night, and until then 
I can but beg you to withhold your judgment and trust 
in me. Adios!” 

Ella held out her hand for a final good-bye. Hastily 
taking up the pole, seine and pouch, and politely raising 
his hat, Charles said: “No, Ella Wakefield, I shall not 
bid you farewell! Good day! or rather, good evening, 
for the sun is sinking fast, and you are quite a distance 
from home; but to say farewell, never!” And casting 
his eyes to the ground, he hastened away. 

Slowly rising, and feeling guilty for having divulged 
what should be considered a secret, Ella started homeward. 

“Come, Nero!” said she, speaking to the dog; “we 
have been away too long and mother may be worried.” 

Peace and quiet reigned in the Wakefield homestead. 
Her father was busy tending to some chores, and Mrs. 
Wakefield was occupied in writing a letter. This was a sur- 

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prise to Ella, as she well knew that was a task her mother 
had not attempted in years, unless by way of sending 
kind words and advice to her daughter while at school. 


CHAPTER IL 

The house of Fernand Ramos was of modern construc- 
tion and well furnished. Ever since his wife’s death, fif- 
teen years before, its care was left to Mandy, a faithful 
colored woman, who had been in the service of the family 
since they settled at Mountainside. 

Flushed from his rapid walk, and with a look of disap- 
pointment, Charles entered the large main room that an- 
swered for library and reception, and in the warm sum- 
mer days for dining-room as well. His father sat poring 
over some manuscripts. At the entrance of his son the 
elder Ramos carefully folded the papers, and tying them 
with a ribbon, locked them in a tin box which he placed 
in a drawer of his secretary. Then drawing from a pocket 
of his coat a time table, which he spread on the table, 
he turned to his son and said : 

‘Well, Charles, what luck had you to-day?” 

“As for catching fish,” replied the son, “no luck at all. 
The season is not advanced enough. However, father, 
I had some luck on the way home ; for I met a most charm- 
ing and fascinating young lady, and likewise made a find, 
or, as you prospectors would say, a strike!” 

“You interest me,’^ replied the father. “Tell me some- 
thing of your various lucks, as you are pleased to term 
them. But first as to the fascinating and charming young 
lady. Can there be such an one in our settlement?” 

The son answered : “At present, yes I How long she is 
to remain depends upon circumstances over which, father, 
I think you may have some influence.” 


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“I have influence?’^ asked the father. 

'‘Yes,” replied Charles ; “but of that let us speak later. 
On my way home I chanced to pick up a few pebbles 
near the large boulders on Mr. Wakefield’s pasture, and 
I wish you would give me an opinion as to their worth, 
for, if I am not greatly mistaken, they contain ore say- 
ing which, he handed his father two of the samples in 
his possession and closely watched the scrutiny. 

A smile that seemed forced was the first response, and 
with a “Where did you say you found the dirt?” care- 
lessly threw them into the open grate. 

“I picked them up on John Wakefield’s land, near the 
large boulders, and from what little experience I have 
had I concluded that they contained ore — real gold ore.” 

“It is well you say from your little experience,” con- 
tinued the elder Ramos, “and for this I must forgive you ; 
else you should know that after due and careful prospect- 
ing in this locality for years not a sign of the precious 
metal has ever been found. I might add that John Wake- 
field, one of the oldest and best prospectors in this part 
of Colorado, would not let such a chance find fall to the 
lot of an inexperienced fisher lad.” 

Here the elder Ramos broke out into a harsh laugh. 
Charles winced, but said nothing. 

Taking a seat, Mr. Ramos resumed his former stern 
look and continued: 

“Don’t think any more of them, Charles. They con- 
tain absolutely nothing of value; besides, if there was 
gold on Wakefield’s property, do you think he would let 
it pass from him without an effort to save it?” 

“I understand what you would imply,” answered the 
son. “Until an hour ago I was not aware of the fact that 
Mr. Wakefield had mortgaged his property and that you 
are the holder of the deed.” 

The elder Ramos looked at his son in surprise. “And 
who may have imparted to you this information? This 


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is my business alone ; if it was of concern to you I would 
ere this have acquainted you thereof.’’ 

Charles hesitated for a moment, but answered. “The 
young lady I met on my way home was the one that told 
me — Miss Wakefield, just returned from school. As to 
the mortgage being a matter between you and Mr. Wake- 
field I will not venture to gainsay, yet I trust you will 
not deny me an opinion.” 

‘T cannot be master of your thoughts or ideas,” said 
the father, “but when I need your opinion on a matter 
that concerns me only, I will find time and opportunity 
to ask it. 

“When I urged for your good that you go abroad, you 
strenuously objected, but, as you well know, without ef- 
fect. Even now I have written and engaged passage from 
New York for Saturday after next. When I repeat that 
it is necessary, and pronounced as such by Doctor Wade, 
you will understand that a further objection will displease 
me greatly. Your welfare and health are my greatest 
concerns. The trip and sojourn for two or three years 
on the other side will make a strong and healthy man 
of you.” 

“Let us hope so,” meekly replied the son, “and may 
your best wishes be realized.” 

“Regarding the mortgage,” said Mr. Ramos, “I will 
enlighten you as to certain facts. 

“Three years ago John Wakefield concluded that noth- 
ing less than a grand education would fit his daughter for 
a life in this sparsely settled colony.” A look of scorn 
appeared on his face. “Finances were not the best with 
Wakefield at the time. He came to me, as he said, for 
counsel and aid. I did my utmost to dissuade him, all 
to no effect. He knew I had money, and he was in need 
of some. I offered him a three years’ loan of $500 at 
6 per cent, without any security. He rejected it, though 
it was made in good faith and for the sake of friendship. 


Instead, he asked a loan of $1,500, and insisted that I 
take a two years’ mortgage on his property, which he 
valued at $3,000. I knew it was an over-valuation, but 
was willing to humor him. Wakefield had visions of what 
he could do with the extra money. 

“He would build a saw-mill, cut and market his timber, 
and in two years be out of debt. Again I tried to con- 
vince him of the almost impossibility of the project, but 
he persisted. The mortgage was drawn and recorded. 
At the expiration of the two years he was not any better 
off. Ella was getting a fine education, as he said, but the 
crop failure put him back. He pleaded a renewal of one 
year; again I granted his request. The saw-mill became 
a fact; but hardly was it completed when fire destroyed 
all. What is left me but the property? I have written 
him regarding this matter, and notified him that at the 
expiration of the time (six weeks hence) I must have 
the $1,500 with interest since October last, or I will be 
obliged to foreclose.” 

“And do you mean to carry out your threat?” asked 
Charles. 

“Call it not such, lad. This is a matter of business, and 
any further delay cannot change it. Wakefield’s resources 
are few while he remains on the land, and my prospects 
of a settlement in time are as good as lost. Let us drop 
this matter and prepare for your departure.” 

It would be impossible to describe the pain these words 
caused the young man. His pleadings with his father 
were all for naught. For the first time in his life he left 
his father’s presence grieved, disgusted, broken in spirit 
as well as in health. When alone in his room he resolved 
to — but of his resolutions we may learn later. 


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CHAPTER III. 


While this interview between father and son was being 
held in the Ramos house, a different one was taking place 
in the Wakefield home between father, mother and daugh- 
ter. 

During a long and serious talk the father took occa- 
sion to communicate the true and complete state of affairs 
to his daughter and the conclusions he and his wife had 
arrived at, namely, to gather their small possessions and 
go to Chicago, where he hoped to make a new start, and 
was confident of being able to keep the wolf from the door. 

Ella humbly confessed to having unintentionally over- 
heard a part of the conversation at noon, before she left 
for her walk ; and how, in her distress, she communicated 
her knowledge to Mr. Charles Ramos, whom she acciden- 
tally met. She told her parents of Charles’ surprise and 
deep grief; how he promised to plead with his father in 
their behalf, and of her confidence in his ultimate success. 

Mr. Wakefield did not chide his daughter for what 
she had done, but replied: “It were better nothing had 
been communicated to the young man, for his efforts 
with the elder Ramos will prove unavailing. I know him 
well enough to be convinced of his determination when 
once he sets about adding to his wealth. 

“However,” he continued, “it seems fate is against us 
and we must lose no time in idle speculation. Two weeks 
from to-day, as decided, I shall leave a note for Fernand 
Ramos at the station and we will bid Mountainside a 
farewell.” 

Little was said during the evening meal, and soon 
after Ella, bidding her parents a good-evening, retired 
about and tried to quiet her thoughts. True, she had 
known Charles Ramos since infancy ; she had played with 
him and always looked upon him as a brother; but now, 
what was it? Why was her heart so disquieted? He 

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said a year had changed her ; she knew it was so, but 
the change affected her in more ways than one. He said 
he esteemed and loved her more than ever. Loved! It 
was the first time she had even been spoken to in such 
a manner by any but her parents, and she — oh! Why 
would her heart not be quiet? Why was she restless? 
Why could she not woo sleep and peace? She feared 
to answer her own promptings, and with renewed efforts 
to obtain some rest she finally succeeded in leaving with 
the past her experiences of this eventful day. When her 
mother’s voice wakened her, it seemed as if she had but 
just closed her eyes. 

After her morning meal, and while inspecting some 
early plants that had lately made their appearance, she 
was accosted by Jim, Mr. Ramos’ brother-in-law and 
head man. 

“Good-morning, Miss Wakefield! I have a note for 
you, to which, if you please, I am asked to bring an an- 
swer. Will you kindly favor me?” 

Ella hastily opened the sealed note and read : 

“My dear Friend : All pleadings with my father have 
proved fruitless. I leave Mountainside to-morrow for 
New York to take passage to Europe. 

“May I be favored with one more short interview? 
I have formed a resolution, and I wish your approval, 
and likewise a word from you to cheer me on my way. 

“Kindly grant this last request before I go, and believe 
me ever. Your most faithful and devoted 

“Charles Ramos.” 

Bidding Jim to pardon her a few moments, she entered 
the house in quest of her father, to whom she confided 
the message. Soon after she returned, and handing him 
a note, said: 

“Remember me kindly to Mr. Charles and give him 
this.” 

The reply read as follows : 


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“Dear Sir and Friend: After consulting my father, I 
am constrained to forego another meeting. I wish you a 
most pleasant journey and earnestly hope you will return 
in the best of health. Do not make any rash resolution, 
or, if you have done so, do not keep it. You have my best 
wishes as well as those of my father and mother. Let us 
hope we may meet at some future time and under more 
favorable circumstances. I promise a lasting remem- 
brance. Sincerely, Ella Wakefield.'' 

To say Charles was disappointed would but mildly ex- 
press his feelings. “What is there to do ?" he soliloquized. 
“I go to-morrow, and possibly they, too, must soon leave 
Mountainside. Shall we ever meet? Time must be our 
guardian. God grant that when I return I may find that 
Ella has kept faithfully her promise of constant remem- 
brance." 

The day following, at nine o'clock, Mr. Ramos and 
son were seen driving to the little station distant about 
one mile. 

The young man cast searching glances in the direction 
of the Wakefield home, but saw no one. 

His departure, however, was eagerly watched by the 
occupants of the house. 

John Wakefield, addressing his wife and daughter after 
a prolonged silence, said: “One thing is certain; there is 
good stuff in that lad. He is somewhat inexperienced, but 
I know him from infancy and can safely say there is no 
guile in him. He does not possess any of the cold avari- 
ciousness of his father. Let us wish him well. If he 
is in quest of health and happiness, may he find both. 
Soon we, too, will leave this neighborhood, but I fear 
we will have to foot it to the station." 

Two weeks later saw the fulfilment of these words, as, 
with grieved hearts, the family bid farewell to Mountain- 
side and their once Ibved and cherished home. 

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CHAPTER IV. 


During the long and uneventful journey to the great 
metropolis Charles Ramos had ample time for reflection. 
He seemed as one lost in a great world. He was to face 
new peoples, and look for health and possibly happiness in 
foreign lands. Health he would certainly try to procure ; 
as for happiness, he felt he was journeying away from it 
each day. Was not the main source of his real happiness 
in Mountainside? Ever and anon he reflected on his re^ 
solve : To look upon himself as an outcast ; to depend, if 
possible, on his own resources ; to try and forget his home 
and old surroundings, if possible, even his father, because 
of his harsh treatment of those dear to him. He would 
strive to his utmost to make amends for the wrongs of 
a Ramos. It would take time; but he well knew that 
eventually he would acquire a share of the estate, and 
with what he might save he hoped to make some restitu- 
tion. Was there rashness in this resolution? He could 
not see it, and felt that Ella could find no fault with his 
intentions if she could learn them. 

Determination was a characteristic trait of son as well 
as father. He would carry out his intention and he would 
live and strive with that end alone in view. 

A day's rest and sightseeing in the city of Chicago cre- 
ated new desires. The immensity of the city, its large 
buildings and beautiful parks, interested him greatly. Com- 
parisons with what he had seen further west were not to 
be made. He looked, and looked, and simply wondered. 
Could the Old World, beyond the Atlantic, surpass this? 
But he would soon learn. He had heard much of Chicago 
and New York, and his wildest imaginations had not 
proved exaggerations. Two days would bring him to 
New York and his first care would be to submit for ex- 
amination some of the samples of rock he had secretly 
carried from the Wakefield farm. 


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The expansive prairie lands, the great corn and wheat 
fields of Illinois, Indiana and Ohio were feasts for his 
eager sight; and the immensity of the Great Lakes in- 
creased his love and wonder for the land of his birth 
and home. 

New York! At last! How try to describe his impres- 
sions. Here he felt for the first time the real loneliness 
of his position. He had laughed at being told of the pos- 
sibility of being lost in the great city, but the bewildering 
mass of cars and trucks, the thousands of pedestrians, all 
rushing to and fro ; the lofty buildings and elevated roads, 
made a most profound impression on the young man, and 
created a sort of homesickness. 

How he wished to be back in Mountainside! Here 
was no one he knew. There was his all. But he calmly 
reflected: “This is but the beginning.” 

Making inquiry, he was directed to a noted assayer’s 
office and submitted his small samples. A careful exami- 
nation and assay convinced him of the value of the find, 
and with a lighter heart he looked to the future. 

The following day would find him at sea, leaving his 
country and his friends. He had little difficulty in reach- 
ing the pier where the “Monserrat” was docked. The 
numerous ships and docks, the loading and unloading of 
the great steamers, were sources of more wonder. Se- 
curing his room and baggage, he decided to seek a rest 
from his many distractions in his small room at the hotel 
where he stopped the previous night. 

Saturday was a glorious day. He sauntered to the 
steamer and selected a place that would insure him the 
best view of the city he was to leave in another hour. 

“The world was great, and he had far to roam ; 

But one place he sighed for, and that was home.” 

The “Monserrat” was a large and good steamer. He 
had read of it in the news of his own town as the “Phan- 
tom Boat” that had on two occasions, once at Cienfuegos 


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and again at Matanzas, evaded the patrolling and block- 
ading ships of Sampson’s fleet during the recent Spanish- 
American war. He looked upon her as a lucky boat and 
considered the selection a fortunate one and an omen of 
success. He was well provided and had letters of intro- 
duction to relatives and friends at Madrid and Seville. 
He knew he would land in northern Spain, but he pictured 
his tours through the provinces once dominated by the 
Moors, and already imagined himself viewing the great 
castles of the Alhambra so graphically described by his 
favorite author, Washington Irving. The voyage was un- 
eventful, the weather fine, and he suffered but little from 
seasickness, the dread of most ocean travelers, especially 
on their first trip. 

Eight days after leaving New York the bold headlands 
of Spain’s western shores came into view. A few hours 
later he was pleased to feel he was again on terra firma. 
The sight of the Pyrenees towering away to great heights 
brought back fond recollections of his own Rockies. But 
how different the climate! Here the air was balmy and 
he felt it possessed health. 


CHAPTER V. 

Charles Ramos had not been a week at Barcelona be- 
fore he became convinced of the wisdom of his father 
in sending him abroad. His journey to northern Spain 
was a revelation. The salubrious climate and health- 
laden atmosphere, so famous to travelers in the Cantabrian 
regions, soon influenced the young man’s spirits. 

Arrived at the town of Eibar, which place had been 
recommended to him, he soon found pleasant quarters 
with an old Spanish couple who had a large, airy room 
facing a beautiful garden to spare, and which for a mod- 
f*rate consideration they placed at his disposal. 


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A few weeks of quiet and rest would give him time to 
plan for the future. During the first week he spent a great 
deal of his time in walks and visiting the great churches 
and places of note. In most of these promenades his at- 
tention was attracted to the great interest displayed by 
young and old in, as far as he could see, the only sport 
or game. 

The vacant grounds surrounding many of the buildings 
whose walls offered free space were devoted to games 
of ball. The enthusiastic crowds congregated about 
these games, made up of all classes of people, surprised 
the young man. At one place in particular, on the out- 
skirts of Eibar, where a large, high wall had been erected 
and a court laid out, he was surprised at the deep inter- 
est displayed by the great throngs that had gathered 
around four young contestants. His curiosity was aroused 
and, drawing near, he also became an interested spectator. 

The peculiarly shaped paddle fastened to the right wrist 
and hand called for close inspection. The manner in which 
those lads delivered and received the ball, the wonderful 
agility displayed, the speed with which plays were exe- 
cuted, simply astounded him. 

He had been an active boy in his own town when on 
the ball team and had been classed as very quick and ac- 
curate in play. He knew what qualities were required 
to make a good player in his national sport; but such 
lightning-like strokes, bounds and plays were strange to 
him and surprised him to such a degree that he became 
anxious to learn the secret of such requirements. 

To a young man of about his own age who stood near 
him applauding the good plays, he confessed his ignorance ; 
announcing himself a stranger, and asked an explanation 
of the game, its methods of play, the manner in which 
so many became such experts, etc. Finding a most willing 
listener in Charles, the young Spaniard volunteered that 
as soon as the contest then going on would be over to 


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accompany him in his walk for a brief time and tell him 
what he knew of the great Spanish game of ‘‘pelota,” 
familiarly known in this locality as “Viscayan pelota.” 

As soon as the contest finished and the young victors 
had received rounds of applause, the crowds dispersed and 
the Spaniard plunged at once into the subject in a manner 
that both amused and interested Qiarles. The earnest- 
ness and spirit with which he tried to show the superior- 
ity of this sport to all others, not excepting the national 
games of other countries, and of which he possessed a 
clear knowledge, awakened new and eager desires in the 
mind of young Ramos. 

“This great and (pardon me, if I say) only great game 
of pelota antedates the Christian era. It was known, 
though in a somewhat crude form, to the Dorians in 
Greece, to the Latins, Etruscans and Samnites in Italy, 
and to the Celts in Spain and other European countries. 
When America was discovered the Spaniards found the 
sport established among tribes of Mexico, Central and 
South Americas. At first, like all sports and arts, it was 
rough and crude, but was improved later until it became 
the exclusive privilege of kings and nobles. 

“It had acquired great importance in the fourteenth, 
fifteenth and sixteenth centuries. Within the last twenty 
years it has reached its perfection. The old methods of 
the bare hand or the paddle and glove have been sup- 
planted by the narrow basket. The old walls or ramparts 
have been superseded by lofty, elegant buildings called 
‘fronton vasco,’ where the exhibitions rival and outclass 
the ancient Roman festivals, or the Olympic games of 
Greece. 

“It is familiar to every native lad from the time he 
leaves his mother’s knee. 

“To me in particular has the game great attraction 
and fascination. I became an adept at an early age. As 
a boy my health had been feeble, and at one time my 


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parents despaired of my life. I was taken from school 
in southern Spain and sent to the province of Viscaya, 
where it was said the healthy mountain air, tempered by 
the balmy breezes of the Cantabrian shores, alone could 
save me. It is here in these northern provinces that the 
game is played to perfection. Though weak and timid, 
I had ever a great inclination for play, especially such as 
put to test my cleverness and powers of speed. I soon 
became wrapped up in the game of pelota and whenever 
a contest was being held among the schoolboys or young 
men I was sure to be one of the players or referees. I 
made rapid strides and my health came, as it were, in 
bounds like the ball returning from the fronton. 

“My muscles gradually hardened like iron and the 
strength I soon acquired surprised me. Within one year 
I was sought after. At sixteen years of age I was pitted 
against some well-known players and accredited myself 
with honors. At eighteen I played my first professional 
game and came off the victor. From that date, four years 
ago, I have been engaged to play in most of the cities of 
Spain and France. Next Monday I am booked to play 
before His Royal Highness at his summer home in beau- 
tiful San Sebastian.” 

So interested were the two young men, the one in pro- 
pounding and explaining the game, the other in listening 
and formulating plans for the future, that they had reached 
the street where the young Spaniard lived before he was 
aware of it. It was but a short distance to the house at 
which he was stopping, and he invited Charles to visit 
him and rest a few minutes. 

The request was complied with readily, as Charles felt 
drawn to the young man whose past early history read 
like a chapter taken from his own life. The room was 
spacious, well lighted and ventilated. Two small oriental 
rugs of very pretty pattern were spread on the floor. A 
large rocker, an armchair, a bed and writing desk con- 


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stituted the furniture. Everything was in perfect order 
and scrupulously clean. The walls were hung with swords 
and miniature flags of various nations. Prominent among 
them was the Stars and Stripes, at sight of which Charles' 
face beamed with joy. Interspersed with these were pict- 
ures of prominent players, paddles of various makes and 
values used in the sport. 

“These are my quarters while at Eibar,” said the young 
Spaniard, offering Charles a chair. “My name is Marcos 
Navarette. These,” pointing to the wall, ‘^are trophies 
won in many contests; for, be it known, I have handled 
the sword and shield as well. 

“Your general bearing would indicate an American, 
though you speak the Spanish fluently, and if my obser- 
vation plays me not false, I should say you came from the 
United States. Am I correct?” 

“You have guessed correctly,” replied Charles, “and I 
must apologize for not acquainting you sooner with my 
name and intentions ; but the eloquent manner in which 
you treated the subject of your sport claimed my attention 
so completely that I had no desire to interrupt. I am of 
Spanish descent and learned the language from infancy. 
I was born in the western part of the United States where 
the great Rocky Mountains lift their peaks to the clouds. 
Ramos is my name; Charles, or, if you prefer, and as 
my mother used to call me, Carlos Ramos. 

“A year hence I hope to attain my majority. Like you, 
but later in life, I have been sent to this beautiful climate 
in quest of health. Your brief history has filled me with 
hopes, and I trust that my stay in these provinces may 
conduce to health and a strong constitution. I am greatly 
indebted to you for a most pleasant afternoon, and for 
information that may prove beneficial to me, for it is my 
earnest desire, if I can so arrange, to learn the merits of 
your beautiful game. I shall lose no time in securing a 
tutor and opportunities for practice.” 


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Marcos arose and, holding out his hand to Carlos, said : 
“A teacher is readily found; he stands before you, and 
I promise that opportunities will present themselves as 
rapidly as your progress will warrant. I have made few 
friends during my professional career, but I feel that a 
mutual friendship exists between us now that will be 
strengthened as we learn more of each other. 

“When will you begin? I leave next Monday for San 
Sebastian. There remain five days for instruction and 
practice, and when I return I will be pleased to take fur- 
ther charge.’’ 

Carlos was so taken by surprise at the magnanimous 
offer and the warmth of the young man’s friendship that 
his attempt to express his gratitude was nigh a failure. 

Marcos gave him no time to collect his thoughts, but 
continued: “Meet me here at nine o’clock to-morrow. I 
will take you to a good court and begin your instruction, 
which I trust will prove beneficial to you and a real pleas- 
ure to me.” 

When Carlos expressed his desire to arrange for a com- 
pensation, his friend held up his hands to forbid him and 
said : 

“Your health and happiness shall be my compensation 
for six months ; after that you may dictate to your pleas- 
ure.” 

Promising to be on hand at the appointed hour the next 
day, Carlos bid his kind friend a pleasant evening and 
started for his own quarters, happy in spirit and con- 
scious of company that would not allow his stay at Eibar 
to become monotonous or lonesome. 


CHAPTER VI. 

On reaching his room, Carlos set about answering the 
first and only letter he had received from home. It had 


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been sent to Barcelona and forwarded. He felt it his duty 
to inform his father of his safe arrival. 

It was a cold, matter-of-fact letter he had received and 
the reply was similar. He related his experience from the 
time he left home until he arrived at Barcelona. Of his 
subsequent acts and intentions he said nothing and closed 
his letter as follows : '‘I can make you no promise as to 
when I shall write again. I feel as one cast adrift and 
cut off from those dear to me. I shall try to find health 
and possibly some happiness. I have drawn the money 
you sent me and I desire that you send me no more. If 
I ever find myself in need I may call for aid, but if I can 
carry out my intentions I am sure not to prove a burden 
to you in the future. Should your charity move you or 
your conscience trouble you, may I suggest to make 
amends to those you may have, ere this, forced into want ? 
Until you learn from me again, consider me as one in quest 
of health and happiness. Your son, Charles.” 

Promptly at the time appointed, young Ramos called 
on his companion, and together they journeyed to the 
court selected. An hour was to be devoted to practice 
each morning and afternoon. 

Carlos entered with zest into the exercise and soon 
displayed tact and improvement that greatly surprised and 
pleased the young Spaniard. 

At the end of the fifth day his tutor complimented him 
warmly and pronounced him a most successful pupil. “If 
you continue to improve in the same ratio, I predict a 
great future for you,” said Marcos. 

Carlos promised to practice faithfully every day during 
the absence of his companion and arranged to enter several 
games with amateurs who frequently called at the court 
for practice. 

Marcos’ engagement at San Sebastian was to extend 
over a period of two weeks at least. During his absence 


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he wrote Carlos of his happenings and success and con- 
cluded with some excellent advice. 

During this time the young American continued to 
practice and improve to a degree that filled him with con- 
fidence. A week had elapsed when he received his first 
challenge. Modestly, yet confident in his ability to hold 
his own, he accepted. During the contest his activity and 
powers of endurance were repeatedly put to severe test. 

Frequently he was loudly applauded and heard words 
of praise and commendation. He was conscious of having 
made several difficult plays, thanks to his good instructor 
and the manner in which he calculated each move as 
well as the plays of his competitor. 

That night he wrote to his friend: 

“To-day I met my first opponent, a worthy fellow. I 
am overjoyed to tell you I came out of the contest a victor 
by four points. The applause would have been a great 
pleasure to you, as it certainly filled me with hopes for the 
future. I was complimented by many whose praise I 
fear savored of flattery. Immediately after the game I 
was challenged for to-morrow and the day following. I 
am growing so nimble, agile and strong that if you remain 
away much longer I shall be compelled to send you a 
challenge. My health is excellent, but to-night I am tired 
and will retire early. I count the hours that you are ab- 
sent. Frequently do I receive invitations to visit players 
at their home, but I have declined all, deciding to await 
your return and further instructions. I learn by the papers 
that you are creating a great name for yourself and af- 
fording excellent pastime and amusement to His Royal 
Highness and family. 

“Have a care to not overwork yourself in your anxiety 
to win laurels. I sometimes think an occasional defeat 
does a great deal of good. Expectantly, your pupil, 

“Carlos Ramos.’’ 

The days following were happy ones for Carlos. If 


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Ella Wakefield could see him, now serving the ball with 
the rapidity of a lightning flash — now bounding and leap- 
ing like a well-trained animal, defeating good players at 
their own game. How his heart swelled with just pride! 

Carlos had participated in five match games so far, and 
had been declared victor four times ; the last was a contest 
of four, in which he and a young Spaniard defeated two 
players whose reputation had been established. This vic- 
tory was won by one point only, but that was sufficient 
to create a name. 

The following Tuesday Marcos arrived in high spirits. 
He had many decorations and presents and had added 
handsomely to his bank account. 

“What is this I hear of you?” he asked, when alone 
with Carlos. “If what people say be true, you have made 
great strides and are fast acquiring an enviable reputation. 

“I am sorry to say my stay at Eibar will be brief. Be- 
fore leaving San Sebastian I closed a contract extending 
over a period of three months and calling for a circuit of 
the following cities : Bilbao, San Sebastian, Vittoria, Bar- 
celona and Madrid, with possibly some places in southern 
France. 

“I regret to say this will necessarily prevent me carry- 
ing out my original intention and desire, viz. : to spend a 
long time in your company. However, as my contract 
does not go into effect for one month, we will have some 
time in which to enjoy ourselves and afford you good 
training. 

“Owing to an accident in the last game at San Sebas- 
tian, the player who was to be my partner in several con- 
tests is hors de combat, and I am anxiously awaiting in- 
formation from the management relative to a substitute. 
In the meantime we must lose no opportunity to sea,son 
your muscles and put to test your best powers, for I be- 
lieve that some day you will be heard from in connection 
with our glorious game of pelota.” 


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Carlos replied: “I shall be guided by your advice and 
training and can only promise to try and meet your ap- 
proval. If you are sufficiently rested to-morrow after- 
noon, I beg your attendance at a game I am to play with 
a new arrival who is, I am informed, a player of some note. 
Do not fail to favor me with your advice as well as your 
honest criticism. I trust you will be convinced I have 
not forgotten your good instruction, but made progress 
during your absence.” 

Marcos promised to be present and cautioned Carlos 
to retire early and seek good rest. 

The following day was an ideal one, even for that ex- 
ceptional locality and climate. The contest had been well 
advertised and long before the time set for play the fronton 
was well filled. From the many favorable comments 
passed it was seen that the young American had made 
enthusiastic friends. 

When time for play was called, Carlos hastily shook 
hands with his instructor, with whom he had been in deep 
and earnest conversation, and took his place on the court. 

Marcos was surprised at the calmness exhibited by his 
companion. Confidence was pictured on his countenance. 
He bowed in acknowledgment of the salutations showered 
upon him by a host of admirers, and entered into the game 
as if intent on practice rather than a contest where defeat 
would rob him of the encomiums so recently won, and 
victory meant a higher standing in the estimation of those 
present. 

Marcos considered it a sort of injustice to his friend to 
be matched against this newcomer who had achieved hon- 
ors in many a hard battle. He drew some consolation 
from the remarks of Carlos when writing to him at San 
Sebastian, viz. : “An occasional defeat does a great deal 
of good at times.” 

He drew the letter from his pocket and resolved that 
when the game would be at an end he would confine his 


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criticism to asking his companion to read the words of 
a wise person and place before him his own reflection 
on an occasional defeat. 

The game was on! It was clear from the onset that 
these were no ordinary players. None would now class 
Carlos as a beginner. Marcos jumped to his feet in an 
instant, and quickly thrust the open letter into his pocket. 
He could scarcely realize what was taking place before 
him. The audience was delighted. All were witnessing 
a rare exhibition of art and skill. There were numerous 
brilliant plays that aroused the spectators to unusual ap- 
plause. “Ramos ! Ramos !” was heard from all quarters. 
A marvelous play by Carlos, one seldom witnessed and 
executed with the dexterity and cleverness of an expert, 
produced unbounded enthusiasm. Again and again Ra- 
mos heard his name echoed from wall to wall. He had 
made many friends to-day, but that which pleased him 
most was the “Bravo 1 Ramos V shouted by his compan- 
ion loud and clear above the din of voices. 

The plays were so rapid and the skill displayed so un- 
remitting that when the game was but half over an in- 
termission was demanded by the people. Carlos had fif- 
teen points to his credit; his adversary only twelve. 

Marcos threw his arms about the neck of his companion 
and hugged him as a long absent lover would enthuse 
over his betrothed. The prolonged shouts and hand clap- 
ping sounded as sweet music to Carlos; yet a sigh es- 
caped him. That instant his thoughts were far away. 
They were transplanted to the little settlement of Moun- 
tainside and to Ella Wakefield. Oh! if she could only 
see this pandemonium and know it. was all for him, and 
that at that moment she was uppermost in his thoughts ! 

Play was resumed after a brief rest. Determined to re- 
cover what he had so unexpectedly lost, the Spaniard ex- 
erted himself to his utmost. He was conscious of a mos^ 


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worthy antagonist who was fast taking from him his 
laurels. 

Alas! Fate seemed against him. Each new play was 
met by an equally good or better one on the part of the 
young American. Again and again Carlos exhibited skill 
that was astounding. He fairly reveled in the sport and 
occasionally performed some master stroke that was for- 
eign even to his famous tutor. Refusing to accept a chance 
when his adversary accidentally slipped, evoked new and 
rousing cheers. 

It would be impossible to describe the scene when, with 
a masterly play that drove the ball beyond the reach of 
his opponent, he scored the final point. Again the spec- 
tators broke forth in tumultuous applause. Bouquets and 
mementoes were showered upon the young victor as he 
was carried away on the shoulders of his many and de- 
voted friends. 

Crestfallen in his defeat, with only twenty-four points 
to his credit, while Carlos had scored thirty, the Spaniard 
forced his way to his opponent when an opportunity of- 
fered and, grasping his hand, said: “You have wrested 
from me honors and much that I had won in many a hard 
fought contest. I bear you no ill-will and am consoled to 
know that I have never had a nobler or more worthy and 
gentlemanly opponent.*’ 

That night Marcos Navarrete dispatched in haste a let- 
ter to the management that had engaged him, and who 
were in a dilemma to secure another first-class player. He 
wrote: “Do not worry or trouble yourselves further. I 
have just discovered a sort of wonder and you cannot do 
better than send him a contract and secure him at once. 
I will risk my salary on his ability and would advise you 
to secure his signature without any loss of time. Name: 
Carlos Ramos. Address : Eibar. 

Marcos Navarette.” 


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CHAPTER VII. 


Summer had passed. The hills about Mountainside were 
rich with the varied tints of autumn. The little town had 
grown like magic since John Wakefield had left it in May. 
Gold had been found on the Ramos property ; a mine was 
already in operation and Jim, the overseer, was kept busy. 
Prospectors and gold seekers had come from far and 
near; and rude huts and camps were visible on all sides. 

As yet the strikes or finds were confined to a narrow 
belt which lay mostly in the Ramos territory and was 
lost at the river. A shaft had been sunk near where the 
boulders lay and rock was being blasted and crushed 
which yielded rich pay. Ramos bid fair to soon become 
a very wealthy man, but his would be a case of wealth 
without happiness. 

Excepting a very narrow vein which extended to his 
own original lands, the main body of ore lay on and 
through the property acquired from Wakefield. 

The brief letter he had received from his son told him 
little he cared to learn, but added to his wretchedness. 
He wrote to friends in Spain in hope of reaching his son, 
but no news of the latter could be had. He had even 
lost all information of Wakefield and his family. At one 
time he wrote him to the address left with the lone station 
master. He did not acquaint Wakefield of his fortunate 
discovery of gold, but told him that his interests had in- 
creased very rapidly of late. He offered him a place and 
promised him good wages to come and help manage his 
lands. The letter reached Mr. Wakefield at Chicago, where 
he had, through influence of friends, secured employment 
as foreman in a large grain elevator. 

When John Wakefield read that letter he was very 
wroth. He did not show it to his wife or Ella, but re- 
turned it with a few words as follows: “This is insult 
added to injury. I bear you no ill-will, though you de- 


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prived me of my all. You would now lord it over me 
and gloat in your mastery. I want none of your gifts or 
places. Do me the favor to never write me again. If you 
do I shall consign your letter to the fife unopened.'' 

Ramos was not liked in Mountainside. He tried to 
win favor by acts that ordinarily would have called for 
praise or gratitude, but it was an open secret that he had 
forced his once good friend, honest John Wakefield, to 
quit the settlement and, as many said, stole his property. 

Was not the gold he was mining taken from the land 
he seized? Some even intimated that he drove his son 
from home because he would not consent to be a sharer 
in the ill-gotten goods. 

At the town election for mayor he was defeated by the 
very people he employed. His health was not the best 
lately, yet he could not leave Mountainside, owing to his 
many and large cares. 

With rapidly increasing wealth, Fernand Ramos was a 
stranger to happiness. The seasons of labor followed one 
another for two years, during which time he had added 
considerable to his wealth, but in all this time, strive as 
he would, he could learn nothing of his son. He might 
be in dire need for all he knew ; aye, he might have long 
since succumbed to want and perished among strangers. 
He felt guilty in a measure for his son's conduct. He 
had treated his pleadings with contempt, and he well knew 
that determination was a characteristic trait of Charles; 
that if he once formed a resolution he would undoubtedly 
carry it out. 

How often had he not read the only note received from 
him! Did not his son tell him in as many words that 
they had parted for once and all? Little did the elder 
Ramos dream that his son Charles was at that very time 
winning fame under an assumed name, travelling through 
Spain and France; spending a vacation in Switzerland, 
another in Italy; visiting South America and Mexico as 


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a professional player, and as one who had found health 
and partial happiness in an avocation practically unknown 
to the remote sections of western America, and had only 
recently been brought to the attention of some of the 
Eastern cities. 

He had advertised lately in the papers of Madrid and 
Paris, but Mr. Charles Ramos was unknown. The real 
Charles was lost, and in his stead a Carlos Somar was a 
hero where Spanish pelota was a pastime. 

Mr. Ramos decided to arrange for a trip abroad the 
following summer in search of his son, and confided the 
management of his industries and mines, that were in ex- 
cellent condition, to his brother-in-law Jim. But here 
again was he doomed to disappointment. His intentions 
were never carried out. During the winter he contracted 
a severe cold which was followed in spring by a protracted 
illness, culminating in a fever that proved fatal in May, 
just three years subsequent to the time he bid his son 
good-bye at the station in Mountainside. 

Work was stopped at the mine pending a search for a 
will and the lost heir. Weeks passed into months, but no 
trace of either could be had. If Charles lived it seemed 
inexplicable that he did not put in an appearance. Jim 
was a most conscientious man ; he instituted diligent search 
and advertised in the leading papers of Europe and Amer- 
ica. News of Mr. Ramos' death and the inquiry for Charles 
were read by Mrs. Wakefield and her daughter. It was 
the first Ella had learned of Charles since he left home. 
It told her little, but she now knew he had never been 
home since he first departed; and, what was more, his 
own people were ignorant of his whereabouts. Had 
Charles, after all, formed some rash resolution and carried 
it out ? She knew him too well to think he would do harm 
to himself or another, but this silence to such world-wide 
inquiries seemed strange to her, unless he had passed away 
or met accident and death unknown. How her heart beat ! 


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Silently she offered a prayer for his protection and safe 
home-coming to his own, should he still be among the 
living. ^ 

Again had summer passed; once more the autumn 
tints made Mountainside look beautiful. It was early in 
October that the quiet town was wakened and stirred in 
an unusual manner by the news which appeared in the 
Weekly Mining Journal, viz. : The son and heir of Fer- 
nand Ramos was on his way to the West to take hold 
where his father had left off. 


CHAPTER VIIL 

It was about the middle of August that Carlos, in re- 
sponse to a letter, journeyed to the capital of Spain. He 
had carefully studied the contents and offers that the 
management, on the advice of Marcos Navarrete, had 
made. To him it meant three months of earnest work, 
but the recompense was commensurate with the under- 
taking. 

When alone with Marcos the day following his great 
victory he was apprised of his friend’s step in his behalf 
and he felt in duty bound to comply. The praise and high 
compliments bestowed upon him by one who knew where- 
of he spoke dispelled all doubts as to his ability to give 
complete satisfaction in the role of a professional. 

His funds could not last indefinitely, and his resolve to 
depend upon his own resources prompted him to reply in 
person to the officers of the company. 

The interview proved most satisfactory to both parties 
and Carlos affixed to the contract the name Carlos Somar, 
by which he wished to be known in professional life ; an 
undertaking that was to launch him in a new career and 
bind him stronger to his loyal friend, who said at parting : 

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“The duties of preceptor cease to-day. Henceforth we 
are companions and partners. 

“Let us prove ourselves worthy of the trust placed in 
us. When this tour shall end we must arrange to spend 
a few weeks in southern Spain and visit the scenes so 
beautifully described by your favorite author, Irving.” 

The career of the two young men was one of almost 
uninterrupted success. The cities and towns in which they 
played offered ample opportunities for rest, sightseeing 
and education. 

Carlos had come to Spain in quest of health and happi- 
ness. He found the former in the exercise of his own 
choice. As to happiness, he found it inasmuch as the 
performance of his duties, the remuneration of same, and 
the society of a boon companion could make it. 

The Christmas holidays were spent, as per agreement, 
in southern Spain; but before they had come to a close 
he was approached with new propositions and offers. The 
game was in its glory in South America and Mexico. 

A contract for two years, embracing exhibitions in these 
countries with a return each year to Spain, was held out 
to him with such alluring inducements that he decided to 
accept it. He did so, however, only after a long and 
serious consultation with Marcos, who had decided to 
retire from the game. He impressed upon Carlos the 
fact that a constant strain of five or six years, such as 
this game necessarily demanded, was as much as he 
cared to expend of his energies. 

He had accumulated considerable, and his people, who 
were well-to-do, implored him to retire and settle down 
in life. “Besides,” said he, “there is one whose orders I 
must now comply with. I have never told you of a dear 
senorita that is waiting for me in Seville; and I hope 
soon to share my life with her. So you see, if I am to 
lose a good friend in you, dear Carlos, I find one 
who has a long time held possession of the major 


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part of my heart; in fact, she owns it all, except the spot 
reserved for you, and which shall ever belong to you. 
The Damon and Pythias must part, but the bond of friend- 
ship must never be broken. When you return to Spain 
you must spend a time with us, where you will find not 
one, but two friends awaiting you.” 

With the advent of the new year, Carlos, who had bid- 
den a fond and affectionate good-bye to his companion, 
took passage to Buenos Ayres, S. A. 

The seasons in South America and Mexico were very 
successful, both to the management and himself. 

On his return to Spain he made good his promise and 
was accorded a most welcome reception by Marcos and 
his wife, at their pretty home in renowned Seville. 

A second tour through the same countries completed 
his engagement. He had contemplated following the ex- 
ample of his companion and retire at the end of this 
season. He intended to leave Spain once more and visit 
his own country. 

Almost three years had passed, and during that time 
he had learned nothing of his father or of Ella and her 
people. She might be married and settled in some happy 
home of her own ere this. If such should prove true, 
then had he failed in one search. He had gone forth in 
quest of health and happiness. Health he found, even 
beyond his most sanguine hopes. One alone could bring 
him complete happiness. If on his arrival at home he 
would learn that Ella Wakefield had lived with that prom- 
ised lasting remembrance for him, then would he strive 
with all the powers and means at his command to win 
her heart and hand. 

He was busy adjusting matters at his friend's home, 
preparatory to leaving for America, when he received a 
communication that gave him much food for reflection. 

The Great Euskal Jai Co., recently organized in the 
United States, had planned great undertakings. The best 

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players of two continents were being sought after. Un- 
usual inducements were offered Carlos for a contract of 
one year. At first he was inclined to reject the offer; 
but on further reflection he saw it was but aiding him in 
his original plans. At the most, it meant a delay of one 
season only, and this to be spent on his native soil. He 
decided to show the communication to Marcos and seek 
his advice. His friend counseled him to accept and sign. 

“Make it final, if you wish,” said he; “but if I had the 
offer, situated as you now are, to be instrumental in fur- 
thering the interests of this great game and aid in pre- 
senting it as it should be played by adepts in my own 
country, nothing could hold me.” 

“Enough!” said Carlos. “I will accept the offer at 
once and prepare to leave next week.” 

“Some time in the not distant future I hope to visit you 
and yours again, and, my dear Marcos, if I come not alone, 
know you that I have but continued to follow your ex- 
ample.” 

“Ah!” smiled Marcos. “Have you also a secret un- 
known to me ? If so, God speed you and lead you to her 
and happiness.” 

“I thank you sincerely for your kind words and wishes, 
but when I spoke I was only contemplating a possibility 
that the future might hold in store for me.” 

On the following Monday Carlos bid farewell to the 
Navarette family; Marcos, wife, and three months boy. 
Ten days later he set foot in New York. Once more he 
trod the soil of his native land. How great and grand 
it appeared to him ! How near he was to those he hoped 
soon to see again ! He had a week at his disposal and he 
would spend much of it in sightseeing. The newspapers 
had articles on the game and some of the players. 

Among those of worthy mention he saw the name of 
Carlos Somar; he would read what they had to say of 
him. He was mentioned as one of the prominent players. 


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It was said of him that he was a native of America ; born 
in one of the Western States of rich parents, who had 
sent him to the University of Madrid ; but instead of de- 
voting his time to classics he became enamored of the 
sport and followed it more through liking than as a means 
of livelihood. He learned further that he had won re- 
nown ; played before kings, and that he had amassed great 
wealth and had decided to retire after this season, etc. 
He was amused at the manner in which these Yankee 
reporters could fill a column of reading matter partly with 
facts, partly by drawing on their imaginations. 

On the second day in New York he sauntered into a 
large ' department store to make some purchases. While 
being fitted to a pair of gloves he chanced to look about 
at the throngs of people and the numerous salesmen and 
women. 

Suddenly his attention rested on one of the saleswomen 
not far from where he stood. An exclamation escaped 
him. He stood as if rooted to the spot. “Yes,’^ he solilo- 
quized; “her bearing, her looks, those eyes!'^ Even her 
movements betrayed his girl friend, Ella Wakefield. But, 
he reflected, can it be possible? This must be a case of 
mistaken identity. Awaiting the return of his change he 
had opportunity to study her further. She was engaged 
showing some lace to a well-dressed woman and was un- 
conscious of Carlos' scrutiny. As he passed near her he 
looked again and became so convinced that he was strongly 
tempted to abide his chance and speak to her. Yet he 
might be mistaken, and such an act would certainly prove 
embarrassing to both. 

That night Carlos sought quiet and rest in vain. He 
entered a theatre in hopes of distraction. The play did 
not interest him. He retired to his hotel, but sleep could 
not be had. He lay awake, formulating plans how to gain 
an interview. At last he thought of one that was worth 
a trial at least. He would look for her at the close of 


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business and follow her in hopes of learning something 
definite. 

The next evening he took up a position where he could 
see the salespeople coming out, yet not attract attention to 
himself. He had not long to wait when he was rewarded 
by the appearance of the young lady, who hastily wended 
her way through the great crowd, bent only on reaching 
her destination without delay. 

Truly this was Ella Wakefield. Her every movement 
said as much. Following at a distance near enough to 
not lose sight of her in the crowds, he soon saw her turn 
to the left on one of the streets that crossed the city 
from east to west. 

Here he could follow to better advantage, and crossing 
to the opposite side, continued in the same direction. Mid- 
way in the block she entered a rather pretentious house 
which Carlos concluded, from its resemblance to so many 
others on the street, to be a boarding-house. 

He continued to the end of the block, crossed the street, 
and debated as to his next move. Slowly he retraced his 
steps until he reached the house into which he saw the 
young lady enter. Ascending the steps, he rang the bell, 
which was answered by a young man in livery. Carlos 
asked if there were any rooms to be had, as he was at- 
tracted by the card on the door. The young man an- 
swered : “At present there are not ; but in a few days we 
will have a very choice room, as the lady and her daugh- 
ter now occupying it are about to leave for the country.'' 

“Can you let me know positively when I may call, as 
at present I am stopping at a hotel, but would prefer a 
room in a quiet neighborhood.” 

“Step in,” said the young man, “and I will inquire.” 
He left Carlos in the hall, and going to a door that led 
off to a side room, he knocked. 

To an elderly lady that appeared in response, the young 
man said : “Mrs. White, here is a party looking for a room. 


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He is willing to wait a few days. Can you say when 
Mrs. Wakefield and daughter intend leaving?’' 

At last I Carlos had all the information he wanted. The 
elderly lady, coming forward, said: ‘T am soriy I cannot 
accommodate you, sir. I thought I would have a room 
to spare, but now the parties inform me they will not 
leave for two weeks. In fact, I do not like to lose them, 
but as the mother’s health is not the best, she thought a 
change of air would do her good. However, if you are 
not suited in the meantime, you may find a room here to 
your liking and one I can recommend.” Thanking her, 
Carlos bowed himself out, promising to call later if he 
made no change in the interim. 

“Well!” he reasoned; “it is Ella after all, and her 
mother, too. What can have brought them to New York? 
And what of John Wakefield? Can it be that they are 
in reduced circumstances and the daughter is supporting 
the mother? Oh! If such be the case, what has my 
father to answer for?” He would learn more of those 
two persons during the next few days. He must not 
lose sight of them for any length of time. He had not 
accidentally found Ella to lose her again. He must find 
ways and means of meeting mother and daughter and 
learn something of the past three years, possibly some- 
thing of his father and Mountainside as well. 

That night, alone in his room, while assorting his papers 
preparatory to writing to his Spanish friends, his eyes 
chanced upon the contract he had signed two weeks pre- 
vious and which he had not since read. He would do so 
now to refresh his memoiy. 

It bound him to play in the city that numbered among 
its millions one that was both near and dear to him. 

“A good idea!” he said, speaking aloud, though there 
was no one present. Immediately he began writing, but 
not to his friends in Spain, for now they must wait. When 


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he had finished he took up the letter and read it over to 
his satisfaction. 

Taking three tickets from his pocket, he enclosed them 
with the letter and addressed it to Mrs. Wakefield, No. 
West 23d Street. 

The next morning Mrs. Wakefield was handed the fol- 
lowing letter ; it being the first she had received since her 
advent to New York City : 

“Dear Madam: The enclosed tickets are at your dis- 
posal as well as for your daughter. The writer sincerely 
wishes you to make use of them. They are, as you will 
see, admissions to the opening fetes of the Euskal Jai 
Company, where you will find excellent entertainment and 
have the pleasure of seeing many ladies and gentlemen of 
New York’s best society. Reasons I cannot now explain, 
but which at some future time I shall, necessitate the 
omission of my name. This may savor of unconvention- 
ality, but I ask you to suspend criticism. If you could 
realize the great favor you would confer by attending the 
performance and exhibition, I am convinced no further 
pleading would be necessary. 

“With best wishes for your welfare and that of your 
daughter, I am. Respectfully, A Sincere Friend.” 


CHAPTER IX. 

If the receipt of a letter was a surprise to Mrs. Wake- 
field, the contents of this one were doubly so. She re-read 
the letter, then the announcement on the tickets, and plac- 
ing them in a drawer of the small secretary, abided the 
home-coming of Ella. After their evening meal, the 
mother said : “I have a surprise for you, Ella,” and handed 
her the letter. The girl read the letter, examined the 
tickets and looked at her mother for a solution. 


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“I am as much at a loss to explain as you are, my child. 
They are certainly intended for us. No mistake of name 
or address.” 

“Shall we go, mother? The writer, whoever he may 
be, desires it and will consider it a great favor. I say 
he, because this is evidently a man’s bold script.” After 
a moment’s silence the girl continued : “Let us go, mother ! 
They are for next Monday ; I will then have my new dress 
you are finishing, and you know we have had absolutely 
no diversion since we came to New York, and you have 
attended no amusement since father died. Here is an 
occasion to drive dull care away for an evening, and I am 
curious to see some of New York’s society, as well as 
to grant the favor asked, though we do not know the 
donor. What do you say?” 

“I know not what to answer, Ella. But if you desire it, 
we may ask Mr. Allan if he has no engagement for Mon- 
day night. I hear him at the piano downstairs.” In reply 
to her question, Mr. Allan said: “I intended to procure 
a ticket to-morrow, if possible, for myself. I was told 
there were few to be had and the speculators were de- 
manding extra prices. Here you come and not only offer 
an admission, but the pleasure of your company and that 
of Miss Wakefield as well. I shall most certainly be 
pleased to accompany you and consider the privilege a 
favor.” 

The matter having been arranged, mother and daughter 
began preparations. Many were their surmises and guesses, 
but little did they think the sender was one who had long 
since been considered as lost. Monday evening was a most 
delightful one. The building began to fill early. This 
was to be a novel treat to many New Yorkers. Visitors 
to Spain and Cuba had seen the sport, and they were the 
enthusiastic ones before the exhibition began. 

On entering the “fronton” each was handed a sou- 
venir, in the shape of an elegantly bound journal, which 


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contained a list of the players engaged, as well as their 
pictures and a brief history of their various careers. Then 
followed the rules of the game with explanations. Here 
was something to entertain the audience before the con- 
test began and during the intermissions. Ella was de- 
lighted to find that the seats they were ushered to were 
among the best. The view was perfect. A survey of 
the audience proved what the writer had said. 

Here were assembled people of note, fashionably dressed 
ladies and gentlemen, and undoubtedly a number of New 
York's best society. Taking up her program, she studied 
the pictures and sketched the history of some of the pl^’y- 
ers. The description of one who was to take part to-night 
interested her in particular. She read on in silence so 
completely absorbed in the description that she did not 
hear her mother speak when calling her attention to a 
particularly pretty hat and costume worn by a lady near 
them. 

Finally Ella turned to her mother and said : “Here are 
the rules of the game, mother; if you don’t mind I will 
read them to you while you can feast your eyes on the 
people. We have ten minutes or more to spare.” Mr. 
Allan thought it a good idea. “We may as well learn 
something of the game so as to be able to appreciate what 
is in store ; for I have heard this is to be a revelation to 
the uninitiated.” 

In modulated voice Ella began : 

“OFFICIAL RULES AND EXPLANATION OF 
^EUSKAL JAI,’ 

“of the game. 

“Rule I. The Spanish game of ‘pelota’ is here pre- 
sented to the American public under the name of ‘Euskal 
Jai’; Euskal being the dialect name of the provinces of 


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northern Spain where the game first attained its present 
perfection; Jai (pronounced hi) meaning a fete. 

"of the players. 

"Rule 2. The number of players that may take part 
in a game varies from two (2) to six (6), and are distin- 
guished by the color of their uniforms or costumes. Ex. : 
Red and white, blue and white, maroon and white, etc. 

“Rule 3. ‘Singles’ are played by one ( i ) against one 

(1) - 

“Rule 4. ‘Doubles’ are played by two (2) against two 

(2) or two (2) against three (3). 

“Rule 5. Sometimes, but very rarely, do three (3) play 
against three (3). 

“of the building and court. 

“Rule 6. The building in which the game is played 
is called ‘the fronton’ ; it is built in the form of a rectangle 
and divided into two parts, viz. : (a) The court, which is 
set apart for the players and judges, (b) the space allotted 
to the spectators. 

“Rule 7. The court is subdivided into two parts as 
follows: (a) ‘The cancha,’ (b) ‘the contracancha.’ 

“Rule 8. The cancha is a rectangle approximately 200 
feet long by 35 feet wide, set apart for the game. 

“Rule 9. The contracancha corresponds in length with 
the cancha, but is approximately 25 feet in width ; it sepa- 
rates the cancha from the space allotted to the spectators 
and is reserved for the judges of the game; it shall be 
an even surface, but unpaved. 

“Rule 10. The cancha is bounded on three sides by 
high, intact walls, built of solid material, the surface of 
which must be very smooth and even. 

“Rule II. The walls of the cancha are named as fol- 
lows: (a) Frontis (front), (b) pared (side), (c) rebote 
(back). 


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“Rule 12. The floor of the cancha must be an even 
surface paved or concreted. 

“Rule 13. The cancha is divided into spaces about 10 
feet in width, which spaces are extended by perpendicular 
lines on the ‘pared’ (side wall) to a height of about six 
(6) feet and are numbered consecutively i, 2, 3, etc. 

“Rule 14. The spaces 4 and 7 mark the foul and fair 
lines within which the ball must fall in its first rebound 
after each service. Ex. : Should the ball in its first return 
from the frontis after being served fall in front of space 
No. 4, it is foul, and scores a point for the side or player 
opposing the server. Should it fall behind space No. 7, 
the server shall have a second trial ; but if it should again 
fall beyond space No. 7 it is foul and a point is scored for 
the player or side opposing the server. 

“Rule 15. The walls surrounding the cancha are 
marked by metallic bars that bound the space within which 
the ball, to be fair, must strike while in play. 

“Rule 16.. (a) The frontis (front wall) is bounded by 
three (3) of these bars, two of which are parallel to the 
floor, the first at about one yard therefrom; the second 
forms the top boundary; the third is perpendicular and 
extends from the edge of the frontis at the right to the 
upper bar. 

“(b) The pared (side wall) has only one bar; it is hori- 
zontal and must correspond with and join the top bar of 
the frontis. 

“(c) The rebote (back wall) has two bars; one corre- 
sponding with and joining the top bar of the frontis and 
pared ; and one perpendicular and extends from the edge 
of the rebote at the right, to the upper bar. 

“Rule 17. When the ball strikes one of these bars, 
or is driven outside the space bounded by them, it is foul, 
and a point is scored to the credit of the opposing player 
or side. 


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THE BALL AND CHISTERA. 

“Rule 1 8. The standard ball weighs about 120 grams 
and is made of India rubber, thread and leather, in the 
following proportions: From 85 per cent, to 90 per cent, 
is pure India rubber, the remainder is made of thread, 
and the whole is bound and protected by a double covering 
of leather. 

“Rule 19. These balls are classified, according to make, 
into (a) lively, (b) semi-lively, (c) dead. 

“Rule 20. The management shall provide all balls, be- 
ing careful to secure such only as are alike in all details 
for each separate game. 

“Rule 21. The number of balls to be used during a 
game shall be determined by the management, which shall, 
however, place double the number so determined at the 
selection of the players, from which number each side shall 
select one-half. 

“Rule 22. The balls so provided and selected shall be 
subject to examination by the judges, who may reject 
one or all if in their judgment they fail to meet all re- 
quirements. 

“Rule 23. The 'chistera' or ‘cesta^ is made of willow 
wicker and resembles a sickle in shape, to which a glove 
is attached for the right hand, and the whole is fastened 
to the wrist by a tape or ribbon. 

“Rule 24. Each player must possess several chisteras 
and when presenting himself for play should have at least 
three (3) in good condition. 

“Rule 25. The chisteras, like the balls, are subject to 
the inspection and approval of the judges, who shall have 
the power to reject any they may find lacking in the proper 
requirements. 

“of the duties of the management. 

“Rule 26. It shall be the duty of the managers to se- 


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cure players, determine the number and kind of matches 
or games to be played, as well as the number of points that 
shall constitute a complete game. 

“Rule 27. They shall provide a physician whose duty 
it will be to examine and inquire into the health and physi- 
cal condition of each player before or during the game, 
should circumstances require it. 

“Rule 28. They shall provide necessary attendants, 
and a sufficient number of balls, which must be of standard 
manufacture and conform to all requirements. 

“Rule 29. They shall provide a scoreboard whereon 
an exact state of the game at all times during the play 
shall be exhibited. 

“Rule 30. They shall provide proper accommodations 
to the spectators and see that order and propriety are 
maintained. 

‘Rule 31. They shall be empowered to impose fines 
upon any player who may wilfully be guilty of infractions 
of any of the rules, for breach of contract, for failure to 
report at time ordered, or for reporting in unfit condition. 

“Rule 32. They shall choose and appoint the judges or 
referees for each game and notify them of such appoint- 
ments in due time. 

“of the judges and their duties. 

“Rule 33. The judges or referees shall be three (3) in 
number, to be chosen as follows : one ( i ) from each side 
of the teams or clubs from which the players are chosen 
for the contest; and one (i) from an independent team, 
or team not engaged in the contest taking place. These 
judges shall be chosen from the oldest or best players, and 
their selection shall be made by the management, who 
shall notify them of their appointment in due time. They 
shall take the following places: one at the line No. 4; 
one at the line No. 7, and one between, and sEall watch 
closely every play that is made. 


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‘'Rule 34. The judges shall decide all points of the 
game and from their decisions there shall be no redress, 
unless such decision should be in violation of any of the 
rules herein set down. 

“Rule 35. They shall be required to enforce each sec- 
tion of the rules and have power to inflict penalties for 
the violations of the rules by the players ; such fines or 
penalties to be prescribed by the management. 

“Rule 36. They shall determine the recesses or inter- 
missions during a game as well as the duration of said 
intermissions, which, however, shall at no one time exceed 
four (4) minutes, except in case of an accident to a player, 
when the time may be prolonged. 

“O'F THE DUTIES OF THE PLAYERS. 

“Rule 37. It shall be the duty of the players to report 
to the management, as well as to the judges, at least one 
hour before the time set for a game in which they are to 
take part, and to report for practice and selection of balls 
at least 15 minutes prior to the beginning of the game. 

“Rule 38. If unable through sickness or accident to 
take part in the game to which he has been assigned, the 
player shall give due notice to the management. Any 
failure to do so, and which should be the cause of delay 
in selecting or procuring a fit substitute shall subject such 
player to a fine of not less than $20 or more than $100, 
which shall be paid by him to the management or deducted 
from his salary. 

“Rule 39. The players must have no intercourse with 
the spectators during the game or its intermissions. 

“Rule 40. During the game a player who may have 
occasion to call the attention of the judges to some fault 
or particular play shall do so by using the word ‘pido’ 
(meaning request), addressing it to the judge selected 
from his club, who will submit the question to the other 
judges. Their decision will be rendered without any 


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delay to the game and exhibited by the score. The player 
calling 'pido’ cannot under any condition cease play. If 
the decision be in his favor it will show in the score, if 
not it has been ignored by the judges. 

“Rule 41. Any appeal by a player must be made at the 
instant a play calls for it, the decision being left to a 
majority of the judges. 

“Rule 42. The players are named: 'Zaguero’ (back 
player) and ‘Delantero' (front player, or server). The 
direction of the match may be trusted to either one, ac- 
cording to ability and experience. 

“of the ball in play. 

“Rule 43. At the time scheduled to begin play, the 
manager shall call the servers to him and toss a coin into 
the air; the player winning the toss shall start the game 
by putting the ball in play. 

“Rule 44. When the ball is in play it must be kept 
within the boundaries of the cancha ; should it fall outside 
the cancha, a point shall be scored against the player or 
side making it; should the ball, however, after bounding 
within the cancha, go beyond, it shall constitute a proper 
play. 

“Rule 45. If the ball be not caught after the first bound 
on the cancha, a point shall be scored against the player 
failing, as the ball must not bound twice on the same throw 
or service. 

“Rule 46. Any player retaining the ball while in play, 
or changing his position with the ball in his possession, 
shall be cause for decision of the judges. 

“Rule 47. In case of sickness or an accident during 
a game the physician aided by the judges shall determine 
whether the game shall proceed or not. A player failing 
to abide by such decision shall be fined not less than $20 
nor more than $100. During such examination and con- 


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sultation the players shall remain in the cancha until a 
decision has been reached and communicated to them. 

' “Rule 48. To the player designated as server shall be 
confided the selection of balls. He shall, each time a new 
ball is brought into play, submit it to the zaguero of the 
opposing side for his approval. Should he fail to do this 
before serving the ball he shall be compelled to start again. 

“Rule 49. When starting a game, as well as at each 
new service, the server having the ball shall bound it to 
the floor on the spot designated; should he not comply 
with this rule or fail to catch the ball on the first bound, 
a point will be scored against him or his side. 

“Rule 50. If a ball while in play touches a player, a 
point will be scored against such player. Likewise, if a 
player drops his cap or any part of his uniform and the 
bah while in play touches said article, a point shall be 
scored against him or his side. 

■‘Rule 51. When a thrown ball strikes a player before 
it reaches the wall the judges shall decide which side shall 
score a point, as such throw or service may be intentional.’' 


Scarcely had she finished when four players stepped 
into the court. Their costumes, the long tapering basket- 
like appendages to their hands, their sparkling eyes and 
muscular limbs claimed the attention of all. They were 
awarded a cheering welcome, and before a reasonable 
opportunity had been offered to study or inspect them the 
signal was given and the great game of pelota was being 
played before an American audience in an American city. 

As Mr. Allan said, the game proved a revelation, es- 
pecially to those who had never witnessed it. The players 
were well matched. The two in blue soon captivated the 
spectators. They seemed to have the advantage, but it 
was short-lived. The whites, as they were called, from the 


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color of their costumes, gradually gained what they had 
lost and when time was called they were declared the vic- 
tors, having scored thirty points to their adversaries’ 
twenty-seven. The contest was rapid and it was seen 
that these players were possessed of wonderful powers 
of endurance, and displayed agility and skill that could 
have been acquired only through long and severe training 
and many well-fought contests. 

After an intermission of ten minutes, two more players 
stepped into the court beautifully costumed ; one in white 
and one in maroon. A casual glance would have satisfied 
even a novice that these were experts. They were an- 
nounced as the winners at various times of decorations, 
and both had received honors from His Royal Highness, 
the King of Spain. 

“Mother,” said Ella, ‘T pin my faith to the one iij ma- 
roon.” 

“Very well,” said her mother; “I rather fancy the 
white.” 

“If my choice wins, mother, I want a rose from your 
bouquet. If your white wins you shall have the finest 
carnation I have to bestow upon the victor. What say 
you?” 

“Why, Ella,” said her mother, “you are being carried 
away like the vast majority of those present; but I am 
happy to see you so interested and know you are enjoying 
yourself ; your color is so much better to-night, but I fear 
if you should give way to the general excitement I shall 
have to nurse a sick child back to reason and health. So 
please curb your anxiety.” 

“Fear not, mother,” said the girl ; “if I forget myself,” 
turning to Mr. Allan, “please remind me.” 

The latter smiled : “I am against you. Miss Wakefield, 
for, like your mother, I rather like the looks of the one 
in white.” Ella heeded him not, for at that moment her 


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gaze was met by her cnampion, who smiled and slightly 
bowed, as he turned at sound of the gong. 

If the spectators were surprised at the ingenuity and 
dexterity of the participants in the first contest, they were 
unprepared for the wonderful display of artistic skill and 
cleverness of these two masters of the game. Such light- 
ning strokes, delivered with a regularity and expertness, 
were astounding, and kept the onlookers keyed to intense 
excitement. First one and then the other had the advan- 
tage, yet at no time was there a greater difference than 
two points. 

The player in white had scored 19, the one in maroon, 
and who was known to the assembly as Carlos Somar, 
of American birth, had reached 17 only, yet he seemed to 
be the favorite from the start, and was applauded at each 
particularly good play. It was after one of these execu- 
tions that he inadvertently looked up in acknowledgment. 
At that moment, an unusually swift return of the ball, 
which he did not appear to expect, proved unfortunate, 
as he received a most painful blow near the heart. He 
reeled and in all probability would have fallen had not 
an attendant rushed to his aid. Play was suspended pend- 
ing an investigation. The throng that had been applaud- 
ing and cheering suddenly became quiet and interested 
in the injured player. 

'T fear your champion has met with a severe accident, 
Ella,’’ said Mrs. Wakefield. The girl replied not, but as 
she leaned forward it was noticed she was very pale. 
“Shall we leave, child?” asked the mother. 

“Not yet, mother ; he is reviving. I pray he is not seri- 
ously injured.” 

Carlos advanced to the judges, and replacing the basket 
with another, he once more stepped to the court. The 
entire assemblage gave him a hearty and prolonged re- 
ception. He bowed again, and looking directly at Ella 
smiled as he saw how enthusiastically she was clapping. 


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The play now stood 20 to 17 in favor of the white. At 
the signal the ball flew away as if shot from a rifle. The 
rapidity of the plays was even greater than before. Carlos 
seemed a different person. Determination was pictured 
on his countenance and his execution of marvelous and 
hitherto unseen plays instantly dispelled any doubts as 
to his supremacy. Point after point he scored. Not an- 
other did he allow his opponent. The beholders cheered 
and applauded as they had never done before. Carlos 
Somar was once more a hero. This time in his own land 
and in the presence of Ella. He picked the rose thrown 
him, and gracefully carrying it to his lips, wafted back 
a kiss that filled the girl's heart with joy. She knew she 
was recognized and she was proud of her hero. “Well, 
mother," said she, “what think you of my choice now?" 


CHAPTER X. 

After reaching home that night, mother and daughter 
admitted they had had a most enjoyable time. ‘T have 
long since given up trying to guess to whom we are in- 
debted," said Mrs. Wakefield, “but I suppose we will 
know some time. When I think how lively you were this 
evening, and reflect how quiet you have been since we 
started for home, I fear the excitement was too much for 
you, Ella. You scarcely ventured a word to me or Mr. 
Allan in the cars. And you look pale. Are you indisposed, 
my child ?" 

“Not at all, mother; but I, too, have been thinking 
real hard. Let me show you something," and taking the 
program she opened it and pointing to the portrait of 
Carlos Somar, asked: 

“Do you perceive a resemblance to anyone you know ?" 

After a moment's study the mother replied : “There is 


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something familiar about the eyes and general appearance, 
yet I cannot place him.” 

Pointing to the name, the girl said: “I knew him at 
sight, though he has grown a mustache, and looks so 
much stronger and handsomer in his acquired health. Just 
spell that name backwards and look at the picture again.” 

The mother complied and instantly recognized in the 
hero of the evening the long lost Charles Ramos. She, 
too, grew pale: “When did you discover this, Ella?” 

“The moment he appeared. I had seen the picture and 
read of him before the game began. I thought then I 
had found the solution to our puzzle ; when he stepped to 
the court I was sure of it, and knew who sent us the 
letter and invitations. But how he has learned of us and 
why he devotes his life to this sport when his father died 
so recently is a mystery to me,” said the girl. 

“He can have no knowledge of this, Ella. It was said 
he had written only once since he left home, yet it does 
seem strange he has not noticed the inquiries made for 
him since his father’s demise. However, it is growing 
late. Let us try to forget the day’s happenings and get 
some rest, or I fear you will be unable to report for duty 
to-morrow.” 

The following evening Mrs. Wakefield was informed 
by the maid that a young gentleman whose card she was 
handed begged to see her and her daughter for a few 
moments. Mrs. Wakefield looked at the card and handed 
it to her daughter. “Tell him,” said she to the maid, 
“that we will be down in a moment. Well! I suppose 
there is nothing else to do, Ella; but do compose your- 
self, child; you are shaking like a leaf, and are looking 
pale. Here is your opportunity to solve the mystery and 
thank the young man for his kindness.” 

The calmness of her mother gave the girl courage ; but 
she ventured : “Do you think I should go down, mother? 
Can you not see him alone?” 


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“On the contrary, he asked for us both, and both must 
go ; so cheer up, Ella. You spoke so well of him and pub- 
licly gave him my rose at the fronton, why do you fear 
him now ? Besides, I will not be guilty of unkindness at a 
time when we may be of some service to the young man.” 

“Lead on, mother, I follow,” said the daughter. 

The young man stood before a painting and seemed 
absorbed in the scene, when he was attracted by their 
entrance. Hastily turning and advancing, he met them 
with hands outstretched. 

“Mrs. Wakefield and daughter! I am overjoyed to see 
and meet you both. This is a pleasure I dared not prom- 
ise myself. I should have announced my coming or writ- 
ten to ask permission, but, really, I could wait no longer. 
I trust I am not trespassing?” 

“Not at all, Mr. Ramos,” said Mrs. Wakefield. “On 
the contrary, we are delighted to see you and know you 
are among the living. We surmised that you were lost 
completely, as the inquiries regularly appearing were un- 
answered.” 

“Inquiries for me?” asked Charles. “That is news, 
indeed. This is the first time I have set foot in the United 
States since I left three years ago. But now you have 
wakened my curiosity. I am anxious to learn something 
of my home and you ; and if you can find the time to tell 
me, I shall be at a loss to thank you. I suppose the parlor 
is a sort of public reception room, and if you have no en- 
gagement will you favor me with a stroll so that we can 
talk and avoid interruption?” Turning to Ella and point- 
ing to the rose he carried on his coat, he said: “I wish 
to thank you. Miss Wakefield, for your gift last night; 
you see how I have treasured it. No applause or g^reeting 
was as sweet.” 

“You flatter,” said the girl, “and show that you have 
acquired some of the traits of people of foreign lands; 
but if you say so, mother, we can carry out our intention 


57 


in company with Mr. Ramos, as we were just about to 
take a walk. While we are going for our wraps, said 
Ella, ''you can read this, and learn something,” saying 
which, she handed Charles a clipping. 

This is what he read : "Personal information is wanted 
of the whereabouts of one Charles Ramos, age 23, who 
left Colorado three years ago for Spain. The recent death 
of his father and the unsettled state of affairs necessitates 
his home-coming at once. Any information will be gen- 
erously rewarded. James Stillwell, Mountainside, Colo.” 

When Mrs. Wakefield and Ella returned, they found 
the young man bowed in grief. When he looked up his 
eyes were moist and his voice trembled as he said : "This 
is sad news indeed. I shall have time to give way to my 
feelings when alone; but now, kind friends, I am with 
you and know that I am to be treated to a brief happi- 
ness — the only real joy I have had since I left good friends 
in Spain, if I except the pleasure your presence afforded 
me last night. Let us go. The air will do us good.” 
Walking between them to the comer, he hailed a cab and 
told them to enter. To the driver he said : "To Fairmont ; 
and choose the asphalted streets and park,” and closing 
the door he took a seat opposite mother and daughter. 

"This is unexpected, Mr. Ramos,” said the mother, 
"and I fear an imposition on our part. Let the ride be 
a short one, since you did not consult us !” 

"It will be too short for me, dear friends.” And look- 
ing once more at the clipping, he put it in his pocket 
with the question to Ella : "Tell me. Miss Wakefield, under 
what date did this notice appear?” 

"I think it was about two weeks ago, but it was not 
the first; I should say you will find that your father is 
dead since three months at least. I suppose you will reply 
in person, Charles — Mr. Ramos.” 

"You have said it; I shall arrange to-morrow to leave 
as soon as possible, and as you accidentally called me by 


58 


the name I was ever known to you and yours, please do 
me the favor to always speak to me as of old” The girl 
blushed. Then, turning to Mrs. Wakefield, he said : “Tell 
me of yourselves. How came you to New York and what 
of your good husband?’' 

They acquainted Charles with what had taken place 
since his leaving Mountainside. How they came to Chi- 
cago and later learned of the discovery of gold on Mr. 
Ramos’ property. How Ella’s father, meeting with an 
accident in the elevator, lingered for weeks and finally 
succumbed. “He really pined away,” said Ella, “after 
learning of your father’s fortune. He was not envious, 
and the only thing he ever said in our hearing was : ‘He 
is lucky! I unlucky; but I am happy with a good wife 
and child, and would not barter my happiness for his 
wealth. I don’t think he knows much peace.’ That was 
all we ever heard, but we know he suffered.” 

Mrs. Wakefield added: “We collected an insurance of 
$500 six months ago, and with what Ella has made, first 
as a private tutor in Chicago, later at her present place 
here, and I with my needle, we have lived, and, thank God, 
have some to spare.” 

Charles sighed. They were riding through the park. 
The moon shone brightly, and he said: “Now, I will not 
worry you with my past history; I may do so at some 
other time if you permit. It is a long and varied career 
I have had and may possibly interest you, but I cannot 
relate my experiences to-night. My soul is sad to think 
what you and yours have suffered at the ha\ids of a 
Ramos. I have one consolation, however. When I left 
home I made a resolution. I have lived up to it so far, 
and I trust ere long to see it carried out to completion. 
You are curious, I am sure, to know how I found you.” 

“That has puzzled us ever so much,” said Ella. “Tell 
us!” 

“Well, it was an accident. Last Wednesday I entered 


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a store to make some purchases. I saw you, Ella. For 
fear of a mistake I came the day following, watched you 
leave, followed you to the house you are stopping at, made 
inquiry, and, by accident again, became convinced that 
the friend of my boyhood’s days, one who promised a 
lasting remembrance of me, was in the city,” saying which, 
he drew forth a faded note and asked if she recognized it. 
She answered: 

“You certainly have not lost it, I see.” 

Then, as if inspired, he said to Mrs. Wakefield: “To- 
day I learned I am an orphan. I lost my mother at the 
age of five. I have really never known a mother’s love 
or care. What the future may have in store for me I 
know not. You tell me I am rich. I care not for that. 
During my three years abroad I have saved considerable, 
more than I may need for a long time. Money alone 
cannot buy happiness. If I had a mother to whom I could 
turn for advice I would not fear the future.” For a time 
he was silent, as if fearing to give further vent to his 
thoughts. 

Conquering his timidity, he looked straight at Ella’s 
mother and said : “Mrs. Wakefield, will you be a mother 
to me ?” The question was asked with an earnestness that 
left no doubt of its sincerity. The woman was dum- 
founded. Recovering quickly, she answered: 

“What you ask may appear impossible. Yet I can as- 
sure you I would be happy and proud to have a son like 
Charles Ramos.” He grasped her hand and imprinted a 
fervent kiss thereon. 

“Henceforth,” said he, “my life shall not be an empty 
dream.” 

The coachman announced their destination. “Let us 
view the river by moonlight from the verandah where 
we can enjoy a light collation and then return.” Handing 
the driver a bill, he said : “Wait for us here ; we will soon 
return.” Carlos was happy ; his order was served without 


6o 


delay, and soon they were journeying to the heart of the 
city again ; he, to his hotel ; they, to their boarding-house. 

On entering the park he broke forth anew: “I know 
that I have found a treasure ; I now have a mother. You 
have a son of whom you know little ; but I assure you 
he promises to be such an one as will ever strive to make 
you happy. I will soon leave for the West, only to return 
with plans that I hope will be for the good of all.'' Then, 
turning to the daughter, he said : “Do not think for a 
moment, Ella, that I purpose to rob you of any share of 
a mother's love. Her heart is generous enough for two. 
But as I have met complete success in my late endeavors, 
especially to-night, I am moved to tempt Dame Luck 
anew. If the promise you once made of a lasting remem- 
brance be as good to-night as when you penned it to me 
three years ago, then seal it in your mother's presence. 
Ella Wakefield, I ask your hand and heart." 

The girl looked to her mother for aid. Mrs. Wakefield 
answered : “Charles, this is rather unexpected and, I fear, 
embarrassing to my daughter. This is a most serious 
matter and should not be treated lightly or in haste. I 
would advise that you carry out your intentions to visit 
your home and settle matters there. You may then regret 
any step taken in haste. As a mother I can advise, you 
know. Do not press the question further at present. Am 
I not right, child ?" This was addressed to Ella. 

“You are always right, mother," said the girl. Then, 
turning to Charles and smiling happily, she said : “I had 
ever kept my promise until a famous hero by name Carlos 
Somar carried me captive. Charles here is my hand; 
Carlos Somar has my heart." 

Once more Charles sealed the offering affectionately and 
added : “Carlos Somar it shall be until I am released by 
the Euskal Jai Company, which I promise will be soon. 
Then Charles Ramos shall again lay his offerings at the 
feet of the one girl he ever loved and who alone can bring 


6i 


him that happiness he has been in quest of. I am con- 
tented beyond expression. I can journey home with a 
heart fortified to meet all trials, and when I return, how 
pleased will I be to say to you, ‘Ella, the ore you discov- 
ered belongs to you and your mother !’ ” They parted, 
these three; happy in a union that was to last for many 
years. 

That night he sent a telegram to Jim to the effect that 
he had seen the personal for the first time that day. He 
would arrange to leave New York on the morrow and 
proceed to Mountainside without delay. 

Saturday morning he got out at the station and sur- 
prised the keeper with “Hello, Dan ! Don’t you know me ? 
And you here, too, Nero?” Dan grasped his hand and 
welcomed him back and informed him of the news con- 
tained in the papers of the day previous. There being 
no one at the station, as he was not expected till night, 
Charles took Nero with him and started in direction of 
his home. 

The change there as well as in all the neighborhood sur- 
prised him. He was not long in obtaining full account 
of all things since he left them three years before. 

The main shaft of the mine was sunk at the spot where 
Ella Wakefield had accidentally turned up the sod and 
laid bare the ore with her parasol. Three days later 
Charles wrote to Ella and her mother, imploring them 
to come on without delay, as he felt the want of their 
aid and counsel and promised to have their old home in 
condition for them by the time they would arrive. He 
concluded with a word of Nero. “Poor old fellow ! He 
was so pleased to see me ! He follows me everywhere. I 
believe he understood me when I told him you were com- 
ing back to Mountainside. I am writing to-day to the 
Euskal Jai Company asking a release from my contract. 
I will be willing to purchase it if necessary, as I find that 


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matters are in such state here that I will be compelled to 
devote all my time and attention to the business.” 


Eight months after Charles Ramos set foot in Moun- 
tainside he decided that as he had applied himself so dili- 
gently and constantly to placing the various industries in 
good condition, he was in need of a change and rest. He 
had been successful in his efforts to win Ella, and his 
happiness was unbounded. All Mountainside was pre- 
paring for the wedding, which was to take place June ist. 
It was to mark a holiday, and gladly did the settlers and 
prospectors strive to outdo each other in manifestations 
of their feelings and good wishes. 

Two weeks previous Charles wrote to his friend Marcos 
in Seville: 

‘‘At last! I am able to carry out my desire expressed 
to you when I bid you and family good-bye last August. 
I will soon leave Mountainside to visit you. I found 
health in your beautiful Spain, but real and true happi- 
ness was to be had only in my own dear land. I have 
acquired it, Marcos, through union with the love of my 
boyhood’s days. She, too, wishes to meet you and yours, 
of whom I never tire to tell, and to visit the land that gave 
me health and prepared my way to happiness.” 

THE END. 


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